A light, pecking kiss made Cerillo's eyebrows unfurl.
The weather, already lovely, now seemed to radiate with a dazzling light that was mesmerizing.
He reached out and wrapped his arm around Julissa, bending down for a deep kiss.
The soft touch made Cerillo feel as if he was eating cotton candy. Sweet and fragrant.
As Yousra was about to step out of the door, she turned and caught sight of this scene, her face full of resentment.
How could it be? Would Cerillo be so good to her if he knew what Julissa had done that year?
After all, Julissa killed their biological child with her own hands!
Yousra, biting her finger, was about to hail a cab and leave when she caught a glimpse of a dark, tiny figure out of the corner of her
eye.
The small figure wasn't that big, approximately that of a three or four-year-old child.
Yousra thought she had misperceived it when she first saw it.
The tiny figure shivered all over and instinctively wanted to run away on spotting Yousra.
